An outlet, I need an outlet to keep going, I need an outlet to be able to breathe.
To scream
To hurt
To cry
I need to cry, cry for my pain I held in
Cry for shame hidden beneath the sheets.
What is my outlet?
What is my freedom?
What is going to break my chains?
Who?
My life is a never ending bliss of fake smiling.
No one knows my pain, No one.
Should I take the razorblades.
With long shades of red beautifully drawn on my canvas?
©peaches
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